When my dad was president of the Gridiron Club, and she was in Pakistan at the time, she made up for not being there by inviting my parents over to the White House (my dad's office was a five minute walk away) to have a 5 minute chat with them. They hit is off famously, and when her aide reminded her that the 5 minutes were up, she said she was having a great time with these people (i.e. my parents), and that she was taking more time with them. The five minutes stretched to half an hour.
I had no such luck the couple of times I have chatted with her, but Jim Hamilton, the Watergate lawyer who she tapped to vet her VP list of possibles, told me to contact a certain person on her transition team as I would be under serious consideration as potential ambassador to Germany, the Netherlands, Switzerland or Sweden (I speak all languages of those countries except Rhäto-Romansch), and, except for Germany, we seldom send an ambassador who speaks the language well. I was flattered, but there are two major drawbacks: 1.) I'd have to quit my day job and take a big cut in pay, and 2.) My wife would cut off my arms, legs, and probably a few other essentials, if I told her we would have to move to Berlin, Stockholm, Den Haag or Bern.
One thing for which she seldom gets credit is the fact that she is GREAT in small settings. She does not spellbind a crowd like Bill does, and probably never will. But one on one? Warm, smart, funny, aware, and a very quick wit. Not only that, but she likes getting her picture taken with my daughters!